It’s storming out back and I’m sitting here just like exhausted mentally and physically. I finished moving and lining things up in the living room. Visualizations of the future coming.
As the thunder is rumbling, I guess I am thinking to myself how much easier it is to grab a pen and paper or my writing apps and bleed than it is to look at someone and say exactly how I feel. Often times when I do say how I feel, it often comes off at bitchy or assertive when your only trying to discuss or workout an issue in your head. It’s easier for me to explain and to understand when seeing letter by letter lined up in perfect formation to explain a feeling or thought. Meanwhile when I try to speak the words, it comes out weak and wordy.
Trying to grasp at life, am I grasping too hard, not enough? How do we know?
How do we know what decisions are right, what decisions are wrong? How do we know what are the signs and which direction they actually face?
I normally enjoy watching the rain but today it’s almost sad.
Making it a good day to write.
Rain is something I typically enjoy. I do at this moment too. It’s almost like feeling each of your emotions and it almost calms your emotions. Sometimes you have to feel the pain.
It brings strength.
We must go through what we go through, each and every feeling like a season.
I Smell Cakes and Candy 